So today is the day. I perform at the Purple Onion at 8 o’clock. I was there last night, hanging out with friends and watching great comedy. I’ll talk about that later because right now I have to get ready to head over to FCCFreeRadio’s studios to be on Travis “Too Much” Curry’s inaugural show. The show will be co-hosted by Tony Sparks and will also feature Sylvan brethren, Andrew Moore.
Tune in at 2 (Click the Link for listening Information)
Today started with an egg sandwich, cleaning my room and talking to one of my favorite people about the intricacies of monster sex. Good start. I’ll be tweeting throughout the day anything that comes to mind, like a LiveTweet Onion Juice experience.
I’m weirdly calm about the whole ordeal. People are still buying tickets and I’m running my set internally to gauge for time and whatnot but I don’t feel nervous. Purple Onion is a historic room/stage, but indeed it is a stage. I’m more comfortable on stage than any other time in my life.
I like to thank you readers for supporting me with your eyeballs. This blog is fun and this segment has been fun. Hope to see you at the show. If not, hope to feel you in the zenith.
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Cuddles and I are going to take over the world.
TWO DAYS until I take the stage at the historic Purple Onion. Two days until I mix new and old material to entertain friends, family and strangers. Two days until I can dance and play and be happy; be my self.
I’ve gone back and forth with my emotions on this one. Some key people in my life aren’t going to be able to make it… but in the same breath I can appreciate the ones who are able to come out to support me.
One of them being my Dad.
My Dad is a hero of mine for various reasons. The major contribution (besides genetics) is his encouragement of my creativity. If my mom taught me about being driven, my father taught me how to dream.
My dad introduced me to comic books, movies, Stephen King novels, music collecting, sports, and a slew of other things that I take very serious that the world may overlook.
The scene that my father played the most from the latter movie was where Eddie Murphy and Arsenio Hall are looking for meager accommodations.
STU, YOUR RENT’S DUE MOTHERFUCKER!
He must have played this scene 30 times in a row once, it’s beats and punchline ingrained into my very existence.
It was moments like this and movies like these that started my obsession with the art form and my Dad was right next to me plugging away information about this Bruce or that Foxx. And this was when I was 7 to about 14, but he did not allow my age to be a factor in me appreciating amazingly funny ideas and ideals.
When I told him I started doing comedy he was a bit surprised. He knew I was funny but he also knew I was shy (he found that out the hard way when he tried to teach how to spit game to women). Also there is a discrepancy between my father and my comic theory. I’m a very dry, he’s very guttural and we bounce opinions in between. Regardless, he’s supported me and my comic endeavors and I’m glad to make him proud as I take center stage at the Purple Onion.
I’m performing at the Purple Onion for better or worse it’s happening August 28th. Still a lot to do and a lot to talk about but I’m obliged to tell you why I’m so optimistic about my show. As I’ve written about before I’m featured on a show with two of my favorites on the scene: Jabari Davis and Melanie O’Brien. In addition to those style giants, my show also features three gentlemen whom I personally know and immensely respect.
I saw Joey Bragg at the BrainWash and he immediately bowled me over. A prodigy of sorts, cool, crispy, smooth and delivering gems of a bygone era (my adolescents). I admire the ire he and inspires and the deserved recognition of being talented first and a youngster second.
Eric is cool. He hosts an open mic in North Beach at the Impala Lounge where I’ve been featured a few times. His work ethic is to be respected and his cadence/tone is intriguing to watch. He also references pro-wrestling in his act so I have to give it up to him for that.
Bryan Moore is our “Special Guest”. I just saw him at Pissed of Pete’s and I can personally attest to his goofy charm and grandeur. Plus he’s also a good dude off stage. Bryan and Jabari are going to be a dramatic one-two punch to end my show.
So there you have it folks. I know everybody on the bill. I like everybody on the bill. We all compliment each other and overall create the best card out of the entire weekend.
If you want to see the best show of the four: go to http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/122517 and select August 28th at 8:00PM. Or find me and I’ll get you in for a discount.
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10 DAYS FROM MY SHOW AT THE PURPLE ONION: 0 tickets sold. I have people claiming they are going to come but I’m not sure about a few of them. I have a lot of broke/young friends. I still have a lot of people to ask and enough leeway for them to say yes. When money and tickets start exchanging, then I’ll be a little more at ease.
My problem has been a combination of preoccupation and a fever to write. I’ve been hustling this new bit I started writing when Jabari gave me the show date and I’ve been keeping up with the scene on here. Thus a lot of time inside and not enough on the street rallying like I want to. That will change soon though.
I think what’s bringing me down a bit about the show is that my mom said she wasn’t going to be there. My mom has been to a few of my shows before but this is the big one. I can’t even pretend I’m not bummed by her absence, I do/did most things in my life with my mom in mind. Just wish she could see the hard work I’ve been putting in.
And if anybody who reads this blog just wants to buy a ticket, out of donation or mere curiosity to how I perform, please let me know. I’ll find where you are and bring the ticket to you. I’ll probably be in running attire. I don’t know who reads this blog but it’s worth a shot eh?
I have tickets!
There’s a lot of work to be done now. No excuses, I have physical evidence that people can physically buy from physically me. Time to hustle.
I thought about working the system to benefit the people coming out, taking a bit of a personal hit ala friend/partner/confidant Roman Leo but then something struck me…
I’ve always wanted to do a show at the Dark Room Theater starring: Roman, David Cairns, and I (as the Burrito Continuum) featuring Ivan Hernandez, Jesse Elias and headlined by Donny Divanian. I drew sketches of this show poster as a child (it’s a long-running dream). Now, with these tickets, I have the opportunity to make that dream come true as well as other improvements upon the comedy kit (new business cards, new web domains, etc).
with that in mind if I seem extra persistent in selling my wares when you see me/read me, know it’s for the cause of great comedy and most importantly (DREAMS).
Hope you believe in my dreams. Or like to spend money. THE ONION HUSTLE STARTS NOW!
So hopefully you know by now that I’m performing at the Purple Onion on August 28. Tickets are in the mail and I will start hounding everybody I know to see if they want in on what’s going to be an amazing night.
Recently (yesterday) at the Brainwash, I was accosted by Melanie O’Brien. She’s apparently a fan of the blog but questions why she hasn’t been present in the popular word collages of phrases from the nights previous. Her tone was angry. I explained to her that I hadn’t seen her in a while and that I usually just include jokes I remember. No Melanie sets heard, no placement on the collage. She blows me off to talk to the nearby Jabari Davis (Promoter/Headliner of my show at the Purple Onion) so I explain to Vlad that I already had plans to highlight Melanie in the “Onion Juice” portion of my blog as one of my favorite things about the show occurring. That exchange sped the process up considerably. This is that blog…
I love Melanie O’Brien.
From the first syllable of her act on an off chance night at 800 Larkin in the Tenderloin to the confines of forever I’ve been/will be huge appreciator of Melanie as a fan a comedy and a fan of people.
It’s hard to quantify what Melanie does, because any one statement can sideswipe the deck of cards that she’s crafted for herself. Parallels can be made, but I refuse to make them because Melanie is gutsy beyond allusion. She ultimately lives in the same vein as I try to: to become legendary.
Fame is great (I guess), infamy is more fun, but legend is the true goal. With legend you become beyond oneself as faults are cast aside or glared at forever. Your accomplishments are a laundry list when you’re a legend. People know about you without even meeting you. It’s good to be a legend.
But legends don’t happen all the time. It takes a long time of living life to the fullest, making the most of every situation. To become a legend you have to be special. And Melanie is special.
I’ve seen her murder rooms, I’ve seen her bomb. I’ve seen her execute her act flawlessly, I’ve seen her argue with bar patrons about the basketball game they’re watching. I’ve heard the coyest, most adorable, and ultimately horrifying statements come out of her mouth. I’ve heard stories about the bluest sets in front of the youngest of children. I’ve seen her talk about being on a bike and getting hit by a car, and still having impeccable comic timing (“I’m on the phone!”). I’ve seen her talk about that story, while her cuts still bleed. All the while, Melanie remains poised and endearing. She’s mastered one of the annuls of show business: keep the people wanting more.
So, low and behold who is the same Jabari Davis and Associate flyer as me.
That’s right, one of my favorites: Melanie O’Brien.
She’s on the same list as Kaseem Bentley, Donny Divanian, Mary Van Note, and DJ Real: comedians that I love. She’s up there for a good reason too: she’s following two dreams.
Mel gets my respect because in addition to being an uber-talented comedian, she’s also chasing her dream of practicing law. Two very demanding careers running concurrently. I know from first hand experience that it’s a major sacrifice and draining to a ridiculous degree. And thusly, kudos and excitement are in order for Melanie O’Brien.
I can’t wait until my mom hears one of her rape jokes.